Quickly travel: The paranoid boss behind the Shura field has become sickly

After An Ting calmed down, he pretended to be okay and opened the door. Looking at Murong Sheng who looked anxious outside the door, he smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"

Murong Sheng didn't say anything, just opened the door and walked in. When he saw the broken glass pieces scattered on the carpet, he turned to look at An Ting anxiously and asked with concern: "I thought I heard you just now I'm so angry, can you tell me what's going on?"

An Ting shook his head, "It's okay, don't worry, I just accidentally broke a glass when I was packing my things. Aren't I going home tomorrow? I'm packing my things now."

Murong Sheng glanced at the suitcase beside the bed. The suitcase seemed to have been untouched, just sitting there quietly.

"Are you really packing your things? But what I saw doesn't seem to be what you said."

An Ting was silent, perhaps because he didn't know what to say.

Murong Sheng walked up to An Ting, grabbed An Ting's arms, looked into An Ting's eyes, and asked word for word: "An Ting, you like me, right?"

An Ting gritted his teeth. He couldn't deny that he missed the faint rose fragrance on Murong Sheng's body.

But, he didn't want to hurt him.

An Ting pushed Murong Sheng away, and said to Murong Sheng in an indifferent tone: "Mr. Murong, please pay attention to your propriety."

"What is propriety? You ask me, if you know the ending is separation, why did you start it? Then I will tell you the answer now."

An Ting looked at him and saw Murong Sheng's thin lips opening and closing, and the magnetic voice penetrated his eardrums.

"I, Murong Sheng, have never thrown away things that I have identified with or liked since I was a child. My brothers who grew up with me all think that this is a disease in me, an affectionate problem of self-impression, but I Now I feel that this disease is quite good, I have identified you, and I will never give up on you."

An Ting thought for a while, and then suddenly asked Murong Sheng a question, he asked: "Then if you were asked to give up the entire group just to be with me, would you give up?"

"Yes." Murong Sheng answered An Ting without hesitation and with a decisive attitude.

An Ting: "Stop joking."

Murong Sheng reached out and ruffled the hair around An Ting's ears. He smiled and asked, "An An, do you think I care about money and status?"

An Ting knew that Murong Sheng was not that kind of person, but he still remained silent in front of Murong Sheng.

"Many technologies of MR Technology Group are provided by me personally. My talents and knowledge are stored in my mind. Even if I give up one MR Group, I can create more MR Groups as long as I want."

When Murong Sheng said these words, he was like a high-spirited young man standing in the snow and swearing an oath.

"I just said it casually. I won't let you give up a group casually. A group is related to the fate of millions of families and cannot be trivial."

"So can you tell me what happened to you just now?"

An Ting turned his back to Murong Sheng. He wanted to say "I like you" to Murong Sheng, but the words of System 198 reminded him repeatedly, which made him dare not say that seemingly simple sentence to Murong Sheng easily. if.

"An'an, look at me and tell me what's wrong."

Murong Sheng walked around to An Ting. When An Ting raised his head, he happened to see himself in "embarrassment" in his dark blue eyes.

"Murong Sheng."

"Ok?"

"Murong Sheng."

"What's wrong? I'm here."

"I like you, Murong Sheng."

Murong Sheng Wanruo was frightened by An Ting's words, and he froze on the spot for a moment.

"An'an, what did you say? Say it again."

"Murong Sheng, if I leave you for some reason after I've been with you for a while, will you hate me? Or will you hate me?"

Murong Sheng was puzzled, "Why did you leave?"

"Murong Sheng, can you promise me something?"

"what's up?"

"Forgive me for being greedy, forgive me for being with you for a short time because I like you, forgive me for leaving you alone in the future, forgive me for being selfish, will you still be with me like this?"

Murong Sheng gently held An Ting into his arms. He coaxed like a child: "No matter who you are, I like you. Even if you only want to be with me for an hour, I will be happy to do so."

Time passed little by little. I don't know how long it took, but Murong Sheng finally got a response from An Ting.

An Ting raised his hand and hugged Murong Sheng back. He leaned into his arms and said, "A Sheng, I want to be with you."

"Okay, we're together."